Chapter Fifty-Six: The Artifact Pavilion

ed the news, he was first a little surprised, then suddenly remembered something and said with surprise: "Senior Brother Qi sensed the opportunity to break through Junior Brother Qin just broke throug...The stall owner's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he cried out in a desperate plea, "Brother Qin, just for these carefully selected spells I have above, fifteen spirit stones are definitely not expensive... Fine! How many spirit stones is Brother Qin willing to offer"

Qin Sang frowned, looking as if he was making a difficult decision. After a final grit of his teeth, "At most four spirit stones!"

The stall owner's face fell, "Brother, you might as well rob! Absolutely not!"

It seems I underestimated.

Qin Sang hesitated, flipping through the book back and forth for a while. He took out the Condensing Water Barrier Talisman and said, "All these talismans are common things to me. The only valuable thing is this cultivation method, but... how about this, this talisman can also be worth ten spirit stones. I won't ask you to find any more. If you want to exchange it, you can. If not, forget it."

“Still looking This water-condensing barrier is only worth six spirit stones...”

The stall owner rolled his eyes, mumbling reluctantly, but his movements were quick. He grabbed a water-condensing talisman and slapped the Underworld Sutra onto Qin Sang's hand.

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Finally succeeding, Qin Sang couldn't wait to find a place to have a good look. However, he held back his eagerness and strolled around the square for two laps, waiting for an opportunity to hear some news.

The first one is spiritual root.

No matter who Qin Sang asked, everyone gave the same answer, firmly believing that without a spiritual root, it was absolutely impossible to cultivate. Even several suspected members of the demon sect said the same thing.

This made Qin Sang even more puzzled, wondering why he was so special.

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The second is the qi of Yin Sha.

As it turned out, Yin Sha energy was common knowledge among cultivators. Qin Sang almost got ridiculed when he heard this.

Yin Sha Qi is a kind of extremely cold evil energy born from heaven and earth. As for the reason for its birth, it's difficult to say clearly. But it is said that in the battlefields of ancient immortals, Yin Sha Qi was most abundant. There were many places where corpses piled up into mountains. Because of some special reasons, Yin Sha Qi would gradually be born there.

If there are no protective measures, staying in the Yin Sha Qi for a long time will not only affect one's cultivation, but even if the body is as strong as a cultivator, it will be difficult to escape the misfortune of being killed by the Sha Qi entering the body.

Apart from extremely rare secret techniques or artifacts that can utilize yin-sha qi, ordinary cultivators should avoid yin-sha qi as much as possible upon encountering it.

Of course, ordinary cultivators needn't worry about these things. Yin Sha Qi is very rare and mostly born in dark and hidden places, making it even harder to encounter.

Hearing about the sinister Qi, Qin Sang was not afraid but rather worried. His heart gradually sank to the bottom.

The Yin Sha Qi is surprisingly difficult to find. Could it be that I have to resort to old tricks again, find a country at war, hide myself in the mundane world, and collect souls

After knowing about the Yushanfang market, I had access to the immortal world. It's not impossible to retreat into the mundane.

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But on the one hand, getting involved in worldly affairs would waste time, and on the other hand, as Qin Sang's realm grew higher, he clearly felt that using ordinary human souls to generate soul pills was too inefficient, and it was difficult to support his cultivation.

Unless hundreds or thousands are killed at a time.

Perhaps it's better to stay in You Shan Fang City for a while and see if we can find where the Yin Sha Qi exists. I estimate that no one else would want to grab something like this.

After strolling for so long, the sky had gradually darkened, and there were fewer and fewer people on the square. Qin Sang decided to find an inn in the marketplace and stay for a while longer.

However, before that, Qin Sang found a secluded place and quietly took out the jade disk.

Even Lian Han, a young man from the Han clan, mistook the jade platter for an item belonging to You Shanfang market.

The lingering mist on the jade plate pointed deep into Qing Shi Street, Qin Sang followed the guidance of the jade plate, walking and stopping, finally stopping in front of a three-story wooden building.

Above the wooden pavilion, a plaque reads: "Artifact Pavilion."

The entire street was lined with shops of all kinds, but the door to Shenqi Pavilion remained firmly shut. Qin Sang watched for a while, but didn't see a single customer emerge.

With such a big attitude, did you go bankrupt

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Qin Sang thought maliciously.

A shopkeeper at a nearby store noticed him and called out, “Young brother, are you here because you heard about the Artifact Pavilion and came to buy weapons”

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Qin Sang's heart skipped a beat. He walked forward, his gaze sweeping over the items on display. The shopkeeper had arranged various animal skins and bones, but these were no ordinary wares sold by cultivators. They must have come from demon beasts.

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"Qin Sang met the senior," Qin Sang bowed, "Qin Sang did indeed come here because of his reputation, but he didn't know why the gate of this Shenqi Pavilion was tightly closed"

Seeing Qin Sang's respectful demeanor, the shopkeeper was pleased and said a few more words, "Qin little brother, you may not know that this Artifact Pavilion is only open for one day every three months, on the full moon. You came early, you have to wait two more days."

Qin Sang was surprised, "Only open the gate for one day in the middle of the month"

Is there still business like this

“Qin Xiaoxiao, you may not know,” the shopkeeper's face was filled with envy, “The artifact pavilion master is most likely from a renowned sect of weapon smithing. The artifacts they sell are all top-quality, crafted with extraordinary techniques, and there's no shortage of buyers. There are so many people in the market right now, all coming for the artifact pavilion. Every time the artifact pavilion displays its wares, it sells out within a day. Some even bid against each other to get their hands on them. This kind of skill is something that we ordinary cultivators can only admire.”

“The rent for this shop isn't even comparable to the profit from a single artifact. Of course, they don't care about it."

So you have some skills.

Qin Sang understood. It seemed that even in the cultivation world, having a skill was advantageous. However, he couldn't even cultivate now, let alone have the energy or resources to learn about refining tools and alchemy. He bowed to the shopkeeper and asked, "Excuse me, senior, do you need some kind of token to enter and buy things"

"I haven't heard of that," the shopkeeper hesitated, "My family is poor, and I practice fire-walking kung fu. The artifacts sold in the Artifact Pavilion mostly have a trace of coldness, which is not suitable for me, so I only went to the first floor. It is said that the second and third floors sell high-grade or even top-grade artifacts, which may have requirements."

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Thanking the shopkeeper, Qin Sang walked towards the outside of Qing Shi Street, thinking to himself that this jade platter was probably a token from the Divine Artifact Pavilion.

In the past, such things were common in medium-sized and small auctions. They would create a membership gimmick, claiming that only those with status and identity were eligible to participate, instantly elevating their prestige.

The shopkeeper didn't dare go up himself, a penniless wretch like him couldn't possibly afford it.

He found an inn and directly spent a hefty sum to rent a small courtyard. Qin Sang finished his meal, closed the courtyard gate, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and took out the two Netherworld Scriptures.

The first six layers were matched perfectly, and Qin Sang felt relieved. Holding the two copies of the Nether Scriptures, he fell into deep thought.

He originally thought that the Yan Luo Banner was a supplementary magic weapon for the Underworld Sutra, so he always regarded the Underworld Sutra as an evil demonic technique.

It turns out that regardless of whether it's the demonic path or the righteous path, the foundational techniques are all the same. They draw upon the five elements' spiritual energy from heaven and earth, refining their bodies. There is no distinction between right and wrong. Qin Sang only now realizes how ridiculous his previous thoughts were.

But the fact that martial arts have no distinction between right and wrong doesn't mean those who practice them don't. Absorbing human souls to improve one's cultivation level, in Qin Sang's view, is undoubtedly a demonic path.es, otherwise his situation would be dangerous. He hadn't left Liangqiu Island yet, so he dared not entangle with the woman. Immediately, he used all his power to perform a teleportation technique, fl...